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The summers were all watermelon. Mom would cut that big green candy skin wide open, the knife plunging into the deep pink fruit belly. I was five…
The flies, smaller even than the girl / / pupils that dilate, widening with / / accordion breath, inhaling the light. / / / / The…
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Zachary Scott Hamilton
SHARE YOUR SILHOUETTE WITH ME // Her neck is frozen centaur, and wings of necklace, and knots of thread at her spine, / half of the world are…
Soggy Boots in the Desert
Camp in the sandy wash bed. / Dip our toes in cool streams. / Chris mentions the monsoons. / / Not a gamble in this heat. Maybe next month....
Walk to Work
Here is a place / where everything used to matter / And so, everything matters. / A casual blizzard blankets distant echoes / -the laying of…
5pm in San Manuel. Imaginary waves // Rise off the caramelized Sonoran, / Crash at the baby-blue feet of the Catalinas. / I haven’t earned my…
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